There once was a person alive and spry,

Who bought the farm, oh my, oh my!

Yet destiny, a fickle thread did weave,

As they journeyed on, ready to leave.

They left the warm, with a twinkle in their eye,

But don’t you fret, they’re still alive, oh Why?

They kicked the bucket, a comical feat,

In the middle of the street, right on their seat!

In that vessel, once filled with dreams,

Lies the truth of mortality’s schemes.

People gasped, and pondered on life so fleet,

But this person’s humor couldn’t be beat!

They left the warm of youth’s embrace,

Where laughter flows and time does place

fate, a trickster to make young the old,

In tales of endings, beginnings unfold.

Alive and well, under the sun’s warm grace,

They ventured forth, in life’s grand race.

They keeled over like a wilting flower,

with only minutes to ponder rush hour,

But even in their fall, they found grace,

As they journeyed to that mysterious place.

with a chuckle and a mischievous glower,

They sprang back up, with all their power!

Being alive, they grinned ear to ear,

No need to shed a single tear.

Went home at last, to a distant shore,

Where life’s river ends, forevermore.

They went home with a victorious cheer,

And closed the door, saying, “I’m still here!”

So remember this tale, with a chuckle and a snore,

Life’s full of surprises, that’s for sure!

In the event horizon of existence, they reside.

They shut the door, to the world outside,

Though they “bought the farm” and left the warm,

They’re alive and well, it’s the ultimate norm!